Whatever was going on with him lately, Xian wasn’t really the type to dwell on dark and depressing thoughts for long.
With the auditions just days away, his excitement consumed him, and by the next morning, he was back to his bright and smiling old self.
Before his first class started and while already sitting alone in the lecture hall, he chatted around using his phone to plan his day ahead.
To Ira, with whom he’d exchanged numbers the previous night, he said: “Hey. Should we meet in the evening again, or do you have other free times during the day?”
To Lance, he said: “Morning. Do we have a class together today? Wanna hang out before or after?”
Ira was the first to respond: “I don’t know yet. Evening is the safest bet.”
Xian: “Got it, but you don’t have to push yourself to make ti
